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Have you ever heard of Godwin's Law? "As an online discussion grows longer, the probability of a comparison involving Nazis or Hitler approaches one.[1]"
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The middle joints on almost all my fingers ache. I haven't been doing anything to cause it, and it sucks. Because it aches. I don't do well with pain.
I kind of hate how my family's all like, "Whooooo, Red Lobster," or, "Whoooo Buca di Beppo," because these are Treat Restaurants. Expensiveish restaurants we only go to for special occassions which are the only times we go to restaurants now. I like maybe five things at Red Lobster and two or three things at Buca. They always get this chicken with mushrooms or veal or manacotti or stuffed shells and spicy spaghetti, which I don't like. It's hard to get in what I like when they're all gung-ho about trying new things or "I heard this is good" or "do you remember how Mom used to make that?" I'm not really an Italian food kind of girl, you know? Every Buca we've been to is an amazing atmosphere and wicked cool to eat at. I just don't dig the food so much.
And Red Lobster? Makes it impossible to get a plate of all the things I like or *just* the things I like. Because I don't like fish in general. Our server was so nice, though. There was this old, old man eating alone at the table next to ours and whenever she went by she'd sit and talk with him a bit. I want there to be nice servers like that when my dad is old and eating alone, you know? Mom left her a really good tip. Like a +20% good tip. Aw.
It would be nice to celebrate somewhere where it's easier to get something I like, though. Not something we all have to agree on or I have to fight for like at Buca. It would be nice to go to Big Bowl before we move.
It's not fair that we didn't get to go there for my graduation. It's not fair that my parents didn't at least order that one dish I liked even if it was just for me, just like I'm still irked that we got the cake Mom wanted insted of what I wanted. Fuck the fact that it was MY graduation. And if I ever told Mom ANY of this it might be a hell of a lot different. But that's not my style. My style is to stew over shit that happened a full year ago (graduation) until I become increasingly bitter, resentful, and hard to live with.
I just got off my period like two weeks ago. It's to early for PMS. I'm just feeling so...skipped over lately. I'm using the icon to cheer myself up.
*laughlaughlaugh*
The middle joints on almost all my fingers ache. I haven't been doing anything to cause it, and it sucks. Because it aches. I don't do well with pain.
I kind of hate how my family's all like, "Whooooo, Red Lobster," or, "Whoooo Buca di Beppo," because these are Treat Restaurants. Expensiveish restaurants we only go to for special occassions which are the only times we go to restaurants now. I like maybe five things at Red Lobster and two or three things at Buca. They always get this chicken with mushrooms or veal or manacotti or stuffed shells and spicy spaghetti, which I don't like. It's hard to get in what I like when they're all gung-ho about trying new things or "I heard this is good" or "do you remember how Mom used to make that?" I'm not really an Italian food kind of girl, you know? Every Buca we've been to is an amazing atmosphere and wicked cool to eat at. I just don't dig the food so much.
And Red Lobster? Makes it impossible to get a plate of all the things I like or *just* the things I like. Because I don't like fish in general. Our server was so nice, though. There was this old, old man eating alone at the table next to ours and whenever she went by she'd sit and talk with him a bit. I want there to be nice servers like that when my dad is old and eating alone, you know? Mom left her a really good tip. Like a +20% good tip. Aw.
It would be nice to celebrate somewhere where it's easier to get something I like, though. Not something we all have to agree on or I have to fight for like at Buca. It would be nice to go to Big Bowl before we move.
It's not fair that we didn't get to go there for my graduation. It's not fair that my parents didn't at least order that one dish I liked even if it was just for me, just like I'm still irked that we got the cake Mom wanted insted of what I wanted. Fuck the fact that it was MY graduation. And if I ever told Mom ANY of this it might be a hell of a lot different. But that's not my style. My style is to stew over shit that happened a full year ago (graduation) until I become increasingly bitter, resentful, and hard to live with.
I just got off my period like two weeks ago. It's to early for PMS. I'm just feeling so...skipped over lately. I'm using the icon to cheer myself up.